Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
He leered her way. “Many. You were our favorite toy.”
“Now I am your partner,” she reminded him, reaching under her tank top to unfasten her bra. After some finagling, she pulled the undergarment free through the side and shoved it at Victor. “Hold this and watch for your opportunity.”
With a deep breath, she wriggled her shorts down to her hip bones and folded the legs up to her coochie. Most of her midriff was bare, and the cool breeze had stiffened her nipples. Hopefully, distracting the two sentries wouldn’t require revealing more skin than that. She really didn’t want to get naked with either of them…but she’d been desperate enough to do worse in the past.
Shoving the thought aside, she swayed around the side of the building. On the alert, both men zipped their gazes in her direction. Security lights from above illuminated their faces. They were under thirty and strapping. On the left, the blond man with an unkempt beard drew his weapon as he looked her up and down. On the right, a black man with arms bulging from his wifebeater followed suit.
“Hola, gentlemen. Do not shoot. I am lost. I could find no one else to ask for directions at this hour.” She pressed a hand to her chest to draw attention to her nipples as she approached the garage. “But perhaps you can help me? I am driving to Miami. I have no GPS, and I cannot find the freeway. You will help me, yes?”
The blond man gulped and nodded, his stare glued to her breasts.
The other one smiled as if he fully intended to help her—out of her clothes. Then he holstered his weapon and slipped an arm around her middle. “Sure, baby. There’s a guard shack around the corner and—”
“But your friend. We cannot leave him alone.” She looked back at the blond guy to find him staring at her ass. “Come closer. I am cold. Will you help keep me warm?”
Immediately, he tucked his gun away and zipped to her side, plastering himself against her body. Laila shoved down a shudder, wondering why so many men were foolish enough to fall for such tactics. They were transparent. Obvious. Ridiculous.
Because too many men thought with their chiles, rather than their brains.
“That is better.” She sent them both inviting smiles. “What are you guarding? If you have been assigned to protect it, I am sure it is very important.”
“It’s a car,” the bearded man answered. “The most expensive one ever registered for this race.”
“Oh? Is it yours?”
The black man snorted. “He wishes.”
“I do. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He eyed her up and down again. “Except you.”
Laila pretended to blush and flirt. “Can you show me?”
The blond guy shook his head. “The doors are supposed to stay locked.”
“Of course. And you are responsible men. But I am simply a lost woman, who is all alone and now very curious. Certainly there would be no harm in letting me peek? And it will…what is the word? Arouse me to see it.”
The two men exchanged a glance. Then they grinned at one another.
“All right, baby. Just a peek. You’ll reward us for it?”
She smiled their way. “Of course.”
The dark man punched numbers into the keypad, releasing the lock on the temperature-controlled unit. The other guy helped him push the door up. The lights flashed on. And there sat Geraldo Montilla’s prized possession, shiny, pristine, and candy-apple red.
Laila gasped and touched her chest again. “Que carro más lindo.”
“Huh?” The blond guy frowned.
“What a beautiful car,” she supplied as she sauntered closer. “The more I look at it, the more I become”—she licked her lips, then bit the bottom one as if she held in a secret she could keep no more—“wet. Who will help me with that?”
“I will,” the bearded man volunteered a split second later.
The bigger man elbowed him. “Don’t you have a girlfriend? Besides, she’s too much woman for you. I got her.”
She laid her fingers on his brown chest with a sultry smile. When he started preening, she did the same to the blond man. “I am feeling…adventurous. There is enough of me to go around.”
The blue-eyed man swallowed hard. “You think you can take us both?”
“I want to try.” She ran her hand along the side of the sleek red car, silently marveling at how truly stunning the vehicle was. Then she bent over the hood and stuck her ass in the air. “I think I would like it.”
If they crowded around her, they’d both be distracted. They would also have their backs to Victor, who now had an open path to sneak in and knock them out. That would do nicely.
“Hmm, baby.” The big one gripped her hips and notched his erection against her backside.
Laila held in a tremor of distaste. She did not want anyone’s hands on her except Trees’s.